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her confidant. He was always a warrior, each lifetime his bravery was spoken of in awe by others. Even the Gods had begun to whisper about his bravery, which was not always a good thing. Jealousy of his exploits had become a bone of contention, and it was only his loyalty to the Gods that had saved him.
    T imes changed, though, and wars became fewer. Eventually, the world had no need of a barbaric warrior. He had become civilized, learning to fight with his mind instead of that glorious body.
    He ’d become even more formidable when educated, learning to use his mind instead of his brawn, becoming tame. In this time, he had allowed himself to love, something he had never permitted himself before. It had broken her heart to watch him fall in love.
    The woman was everything that Broni was not—petite and curvy, femininity pouring from her. Broni had stopped sneaking away as often to watch him; it had been too painful. She was unable to bear seeing him with his new family.
    I t wasn’t jealously or envy, just pain at seeing him so happy and in love, knowing how it would end for him. With each child, her heart grew heavier. When their time came, Broni had done everything in her power to aid their passing.
    Afterward, Cara had come to her room, crawling into bed with her as they shed tears of sorrow for the beautiful family. Broni and Cara often comforted themselves after difficult battles, drawing strength from the other. Zerina would always know when her sisters needed comforting and would find them huddling together and then join them. Hugging each other close, giving support when needed, developed a bond that had held them together for centuries. Broni desperately needed her sisters now as she watched Rhys completely ignore her, turning his head away from her then going to sleep with a conscience that refused to feel any need to help her.
    The deaths of his family had changed Rhys into one that no longer cared about right or wrong. She was going to have to realize the man he was in this life was different. She had to learn how to deal with the life he had enmeshed himself into. She had no choice if she wanted to stay alive.
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    The next morning , there was a knock on the door.
    Broni cast Rhys a look , and when he didn’t move, she got out of bed and went to answer the door.
    “Hi, I’m Dee. Adam sent me to get you . You’re supposed to work with me today.” She wrinkled her nose at Broni’s wrinkled clothes. “Come with me. You can borrow some clothes until you get some of your own.”
    Broni followed her to a room two doors down. “Wait here.” Dee went inside the room for several minutes , eventually coming out with a handful of clothes. “Here, take these. You can give them back when you’re finished with them. I’ll tell Adam you need some clothes, and he’ll get them on his next run.”
    Broni didn’t question how Adam would get her clothes . She somehow didn’t think he was going to go to a store to buy them for her, though.
    “After you get changed , come to the front. Don’t take long,” she warned. “Layla’s working, too, and she’s already pissed off at you because of Rhys.”
    Broni nodded her head before going back inside Rhys ’s room. She took a quick shower then dressed in the short, blue jean skirt and a t-shirt. Broni eyed the platform scandals with a wary eye. She had spent most of her life in boots and the heels looked difficult to balance in. She sat them back down, putting her own tennis shoes back on, not caring how it looked with the provocative outfit. She then hurried to the front, heeding Dee’s advice.
    Dee and the woman she recognized as Layla , as the one that Rhys had made come in front of her eyes the previous night, were cleaning the large room with another woman who looked like she was still feeling the aftereffects of the night before.
    Layla threw her a dirty look. “You can do the dishes ,” she said, then went back to cleaning the table she was wiping